Chapter 7: First Night

We made it up the point road with his coat around my shoulders and neither of us saying a word.

At my cabin door I stopped with the key in the lock.

Eskil stopped behind me, one step down, and didn't touch me.

I pushed the door open and walked in.

He stayed on the threshold with snow melting off his hair.

"Your door," he said.

"Shut up and come in."

He came in, and he shut it, and then I had my back against it and his mouth on mine.

He kissed me slowly and deeply until I forgot I was cold.

I pulled his coat off my shoulders and let it drop.

I got his sweater up over his head, and my hands went to his belt, and I felt him laugh against my mouth, a short surprised breath.

"You're in a hurry," he said.

"I've been waiting three years."

I didn't know I was going to say it.

His whole body stilled.

"That makes two of us," Eskil said, and I stopped being able to think.

I walked him backward to my mother's narrow bed and pushed him down on it.

He sat there with his chest bare and his silver scar glowing in the stove light, and watched me take off my wet sweater, then my shirt, then my bra.

His eyes dropped to my breasts.

I heard him swallow.

"Look at me," I said, and he did.

I stepped out of my jeans and knelt over him, and he put both hands on my waist and did not grip.

"You can touch me," I said.

His hands slid up my ribs to my breasts, rough and careful, and he took one nipple between finger and thumb and rolled it.

I gasped.

He did it again, and watched my face while he did.

Then he bent his head and took the other one into his mouth.

I tangled my fingers in his short black hair and held him there while he sucked, hot and wet, and a sound came out of me I'd never made in my life.

I got a hand between us and undid his jeans.

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